Training Chastity Lynn-Day 2

Chastity showed up hungry for training on day one, so day two I push her harder. I spend hours mapping her body, hunting every sensitive spot, testing how much pain she can swallow. Her eyes glaze fast. She slips into that quiet place where nothing lands, but I yank her back by the throat and make her look at me. No drifting, I tell her. If she checks out she learns nothing about what she can take or what she really wants. She has to stay here, feel every sting, every stretch, every deliberate shove past her limit. She’d rather just endure, let the hurt wash over her and disappear. Instead I keep her pinned to the moment, forcing her to own the torment until the lesson sinks in: this is training, not escape.